บททั้งหมดของ Fire Meets Gasoline : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Seconds passes and I still haven't found my voice. His ministrations on my wrist pauses. He looks up and catches me staring, a slow grin makes way to his lips then he hides it by looking back at wrist and resumes with his cleaning. "Please forgive Rex, he's —""An idiot and a fool" he finishes my sentence without looking up at me. I bite my lip to stop me from saying something in Rex's defence."It wont happen again" "I hope so. I hate sharing" this time he looks up at me and my lower lips leaves my teeth. His hand comes up to rub my lip. "I'm infatuated with you Davinia. Why?How am I supposed to know the answer to that! He wraps my wrist with bandages, he does it perfectly. This is probably not the first time he is doing this, but for who? His wife? Did she get hurt on a regular basis? The thought doesn't settle well with me. He says he's infatuated with me, looking at him now I don't feel my heart racing, I'm not nervous and giddy but there's a heat pooling in between my legs an

"This must be the second time you're taking a shower now, Brother" Nikolai snickers at me from where he sat on my bed where Davinia had been two hours ago, sprawled on my bed with a skin so red one would miss it for a strawberry. Just thinking about it makes blood rush to my lower region. Not again.I rub my wet hair dry with a towel before throwing it to his face. He catches it with a smug smile on his face. "I've never seen you this sexually......."he swirls his right hand in the hair like he's thinking deep of the word to complete his sentence." Frustrated" he ends dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at me."I don't have time for this. What do you want?" I snap at him. He drawls back with his hand on his chest like an heartbroken melodramatic damsel."You do not have time for your little brother but you have time for your young beautiful wife to be that you are unfortunately infatuated with." He says in fake distress. I ignore him as I move towards the balcony. The cold wind jolts

There's only one person who can pull such a stunt and expect to go scot free. I glance down at Davinia, she peers her green eyes at me through those glasses. "I too have a hunch" she holds my gaze for a while, her cheeks getting brighter and her lips parts a little. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's affected by our proximity. A knock on her door breaks the moment and we both turn our heads towards the door. "It's Butcher. There is a call for a meeting" A man says from behind the door. Davinia stands up from her seat. She sends me a fleeting glance which makes blood run all the way to my dick. I groan inwardly. She opens the door for the man who calls himself Butcher. He looks like one. Very bulky and tall. One thing amuses me tho, his eyes. His eyes are dead. He's a killer, a cold bloody killer. He eyes meet mine and he calculates for a few seconds in his head if I'm a threat or not. I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he lo

The silence is sickening, every breath he takes will feel like a stab to his heart. I can feel his dread all the way from here, my smile widens. My eyes take to notice every of his moments, the way his eyes would drop and then open like he doesn't want to be caught. The way his left hand keeps shaking like a leaf. His face is pale and beads of sweat form on his fore head. He looks miserable, He probably doesn't know that he has being poisoned. Fool.The room is almost empty. Everyone agreed with my plan. I deceived them into believing that the only reason I want to marry Rolan is just so I can do my findings then ruin him from the inside. They all bought it, including Federico. The ones remaining are Uncle, Federico and myself. I watch from the rim of my glasses how he unconsciously adjusts his collar and pats his chest area as if to enable himself to breathe properly."Is everything alright Rico?" My uncle asks. Turns out I'm not the only one who noticed his discomfort. Federico cle

An eerie silence fills the room and the only thing that alters it is the heavy panting of the fool that kneels in the pool of his own blood. His hands are untied but they lay useless by his sides. Platter sounds accompany his panting as I stalk towards him, I try not to look at my pants cause I already know the state of it. I hate to get messy when I handle situations like this but I have no choice when it comes to traitors like this. He groans in pain when I pull his hanging head up by his blood coated hair. His eyes are fat swollen, they rhyme perfectly with his swollen nose and lips. A job well done by Andrei, my right hand man. "Where are my goods Cisco?" I question the fool beneath me. "Blah blueebleh spulrt spulrt" He could not splutter one meaningful word. I rub the bridge of my nose. "You've ruined his speech, Andrei" I drawl, with frustration lacing my voice. "Now he's useless" "I'll dispose him" Andrei inputs as he paddles his way to meet us. I let go of the fool's head